Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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How Fan Fan dealt with the temple, I thought for a long time, prepared a myriad of philosophical issues, including public opinion, but later scratched my head when I wrote it. Dry, you are not a little white, in addition to playing a little brain teasers, the book has not seen a few books, how can this style...

In addition to the three major customs, I still have three major customs in my mind, but now they are anti-three popular, so let's just go straight. Violent. Then... warmth. Lyrical, romance, report to everyone. Wang Haodi’s novel, my favorite is still the stewardess,

Fan’s left hand gripped the iron pin that was inserted in the chest and abdomen, feeling the coldness coming from the metal. As the blood rushed out, he felt a cold sweetness in his nose and throat, and even his body was cold.

The black cloth is close at hand. Still not stained with stardust, the plain and clean, with no wrinkles on the face. It is like telling a story that lasts for hundreds of thousands of years.

Fan looked at this familiar face leisurely, only to find that he could no longer find a familiar taste from this face. It is still this face, obviously this black cloth, but he clearly knows that the people in front of him are not Wushu. At least in this moment. He is not Wu Zhushu.

It is obvious that this person is his own. However, the Stan is not the other person. Twenty years of getting along, but at this time, if they meet each other, it is such a sad thing.

When Fan saw the big box behind Wang Sanlang, he gave birth to a warning. Did not find Wu Zhushu. Complete the pleasure of the temple's greatest purpose. Because he is keenly aware of a trace of problems. For the temple. Wu Zhushu was the most powerful at the time. The most senior messenger, but now is the biggest traitor. Because Wu Zhushu guards his mother and his own sake, the temple does not know how many messengers died in the hands of Wuzhu Shudi. Since the temple finally controlled Wu Zhushu, how could he put him at Wang Shilang easily? Where to find it.

Unless the temple is sure that you can completely control the five bamboos. I will not care about the movement of Wuzhu, and it is based on this judgment. In the first time, Fan Xian ordered Wang Sanlang to break out of the temple with a box. He firmly believed that as long as he was separated from the temple, the temple could no longer control Wuzhu. However, all this reaction is too late.

A black light flashed through the air. The box ruptured, and a black bamboo covered with a black cloth suddenly came from behind Wang Sanlang, and fell to Fan Xian’s body. He wore his body like a shrimp, just like he didn’t know Fan Leisure. . Not to have been born and died for the Fan and the mother and son, never give up.

In the moment of seeing the black light, Fan Xian couldn't help but think of the scenes that many years old Shaun had described. When the door of the temple opens. Four-year-old ice and snow fairy leaves the eyebrows and escaped from the temple door. A black light flashed out like this, using only one trick. Then the bitter lotus will become a gourd.

Fan stared at the black cloth on the face of Wuzhu. Feel the pain in the chest and abdomen. I know what method the temple used, and erased the memories of Wuzhu’s uncle, even... it was wiped into a blank.

Blood came out from Fan's lips. He was pale and his eyes were extremely firm. Difficult and fast raised his right hand, preventing the violent shots under the shock of Haishu and Wang Sanlang.

Because he is clear, facing the Wushu Shu, Haishu and Wang XIII are not attached to the transcript. Once joined the battle group. Only one dead road, you must be able to get rid of this most dangerous situation at the moment, you can only rely on yourself!

Blood spurts. Fan sighed on the iron. Looking at the miserable, but he can still think. Did not die immediately, and even lifted his right hand to stop the actions of Haishu and Wang Shilang. This can only be proved. Wu Zhu is extremely strong and accurate, and does not stab his key.

This is one thing that is hard to understand. Killing people in the realm of Wuzhu. In addition to the big masters under the sun. Who can be spared? What's more, Fan Xian is originally a serious illness. I have never thought about even the temple. Under the hands of Wu Zhu. Fan can still survive. Therefore, the voice that sounded in all directions was silent, and it seemed that it was waiting for Wuzhu to judge the life and death.

Yes, no one can avoid the five bamboo shoots, but Fan can!

Since the grocery store, Wu Zhu dedicated his kitchen knife to Fan Xian, on the cliff of Zhangzhou. Accompanied by those slightly humid sea breeze. Fan Leisure is welcoming the education of Wuzhudi sticks every day. After shrinking the tens of thousands of times, the little yellow flower finally became tougher.

Thousands of thousands of shots. Fan Xian did not know how many times he appeared, but fortunately. He has the ability to survive in the world. An unusually subtle body. More critically. He is in this world. The person who knows the direction and speed of Wuzhu’s shots.

In the past, thousands of times of education, the hands of the five bamboos are all the wooden sticks, and today he is holding a sharp subway bra in his hand. Fan Xian can't completely avoid this thorn. But in the moment before the black comes to the body. With the skill of instinct as well as the instinct. Forced to turn. The passage that allows the iron to advance. Avoiding my heart and lungs, it seems that blood is pouring, but in fact it only hurts the heart under the ribs.

Five bamboo heads are slightly low. The black cloth floated in the cold breeze, and there was no emotion on his face, and he could not see the peerless powerhouse. Is it surprising that the human being in front of him can avoid himself? In the eyes of others. He just kept the action. Puncture the vane over the iron braze.

"This thing is going out. My mother can't believe it." This is a sentence that Fan Xian coughed and said.

Just after this sentence, Wu Zhu was silent for a moment, and suddenly he said indifferently: "Your mother is your surname."

It is this light, just like a light. In the twinkling of an eye, he saw a glimpse of the possibility of living, and he stared at the black cloth. Said: "My mom is surnamed Ye."

Wuzhu did not respond.

"You call her Miss." Fan took a look at the indifferent Wu Zhushu, I do not know why I am sad. More than the pain in the wound, the sand snorted.

Wuzhu still has no reaction.

"She is called Ye Xiaomei. My name is Fan Xian. You are called Wuzhu." Fan idled the **** foam on his lips. Looking at the five bamboos and swearing, but it touched the wound in the chest and abdomen, a sharp pain, making him black.

Wu Zhu still did not respond, just like these should be the clearest. The most intimate name has long since disappeared from his mind, although he said a word before. However, his whole body is chilling like a piece of mysterious ice between heaven and earth. It will never melt in general.

Looking at the ice and watching the black cloth on the ice, Fan Xian seems to see a familiar soul. Gradually turn into a light spot. Separated from the body in front of him and flew into the air. Gradually turned into nothingness.

This fact. Feel free to feel the infinite fear and sorrow, he faintly felt that he could no longer see the five bamboo uncles in his life. Such grief caused him to forget that he was still worn on the iron brazing, seriously injured. Death, will say goodbye to the world.

For now, I have seen the changes in the past. Death is not terrible. It was terrible when I was dead, I faced the most loved ones on the land, but I couldn’t recognize myself. He looked at Wuzhu with despair, and a blood spouted out, and it was unable to reach the snow.

Wuzhu slowly pulled back the iron braze, and did not look at it in front of himself. The elbow was bent, and the thin cloth split the air. A direct blow will finally be unable to resist the sneak attack from the back, Wang Sanlang smashed back.

Then the blind man with a black cloth. There is no mood swing, and it has steadily passed through the stone platform covered with light snow. The distance of each step is like being average. He walked to the only intact building in the temple and sat down.

It is like a body without soul. I sat back in front of the ages of the icebergs and began to guard. Start waiting. This wait. I don't know if it will be thousands of years.

Fan’s body finally fell into the snow. The blood leaked out of his body, and the sea otter was halfway beside him. He stopped the blood in vain, forcibly suppressed the sorrow and shock in his heart, but he could not suppress the tears in her eyes.

Wuzhu did not shoot at Haishu and Wang Shilang. Probably because in the temple, these two free companions can not affect the overall interests of mankind. And it requires these two people to declare the existence of the temple in the world. This is a simple logical judgment. Does not involve the rest.

However, Haishu and Wang Shilang do not understand. The two strong human beings in the world, looking at the building in front of the knees and sitting on the scorpion, felt the chill of the whole body, especially the sea otter, she did not understand, the master of the 会 会 will go to Fan leisure, she does not understand. Why is the master of the squatting sitting in front of the door, but there is a kind of inductive feeling that makes her know, perhaps in the long years later, this fan is the closest to her uncle. This man, the most mysterious cloth master in the world, may have died in the temple, not knowing the years in the mountains.

Fan Xian will die, but Haishu looked at the indifferent Wuzhu as he sat, and he felt an uncontrollable chill and sorrow.

The temple returned to calm, and the voice that was gentle and calm without human emotions never sounded again. The snow fell from the sky again. If the snow-capped mountains around are generally non-existent, there is generally a radiant glow.

Wu Zhu sat in front of the gate indifferently. The silk does not move, can not tell the loneliness and loneliness.

The snow keeps going. The cold wind blows. The human heart is rain and snow, and there is no loneliness. There is no end to loneliness. Fan leisure deliberately opened the gap through the tent. Looking at the snow outside the accounts. There is no expression on his face, and the indifference is like the scorpion in the snowy mountains in the distance.

Haishu and Wang Shilang went through the snowy mountains and returned to the camping place. I thought that Fan leisure was only one day, but I didn't think that Fan Xian actually relied on his small vitality. Lived down.

From the moment I woke up. Fan Xian is in silence. Haishu and Wang Shilang knew that his heart was very complicated. So did not try to bother. It was only a brief briefing about the scene after he passed out. In fact, until this time, Haishu and Shisanlang still did not want to understand. Why do temples have to die, and allow themselves to live.

Fan is physically weak. I have been meditation for a few days in this place, and I have gradually improved my body. And because of this massive blood loss. At the point where it was on the verge of abandonment, Fan Fan did not have the slightest disappointment and sadness. He just looked at the snow outside the account in a cold, and for many days, he was careful to raise his own body.

According to the original plan, they left the temple. You must use the fastest speed to go south, avoid the blizzard that will arrive in the summer after the summer, and the most terrible night. However, because of the casual injury, the camp has been stuck in the snowy mountains. There is no southward shift.

The sea otters blossoming and Wang Shilang are more and more worried. Although the trip to the temple was nothing. At least for them. But can live into the temple. Living away from the temple is already impossible in the world, and they can't expect more.

They certainly understand why Fan Xi refused to leave the snowy mountains. That's because there are people in the temple in the mountains who can't let go. However, they are really unclear. Facing the mysterious temple. What can these mortals do?

Haishu and Wang Shilang are not Fan Xian. It is impossible to see through the truth of the temple. They only know that even Wuzhu is such a peerless person. Still dare not defy the order of the temple. For the most intimate fan, I have a hand in hand, ask in this case. The three of them were outside the snowy mountains. What is the solution?

But Fan Xian does not think so. He wants him to watch Wu Shushu alone in the snow mountain temple for thousands of years, killing him does not do, of course. At this time, Fan Fan has vaguely guessed the true identity of Wuzhu Shudi. However, he still uses the four words of Lonely Bitter to describe Wuzhu, because he knows that Wuzhu is different from the temple.

Wu Zhushu has feelings. Have a tie. Not an icy program. He is a living person, Fan Xian firmly believes this. Because in the dark room of the groceries in Zhangzhou. He has seen a brighter smile than a flower. And after the rehabilitation of Dadongshan. Wu Zhushu is more and more like a person.

When did this change begin? Fan is not clear, perhaps tens of thousands of years ago. The messenger with a black cloth. Take the identity of God. Wandering through the various human indigenous tribes, have seen too many human sorrows and sorrows? Perhaps Wu Zhushu is the most powerful existence in the temple. In the evolution of hundreds of thousands of years. Going on a completely different path from the temple itself, or because it was decades ago. Suddenly there is an elf in general life, because no one can know it, it appears in the world. Appeared in the temple. In the middle of the relationship with the little girl. Wu Zhushu was inspired by something?

Fan Xian does not want to pursue this. There is no need to pursue this. He only knows that when he is born again to this world, he is leaning on the back of Wuzhu Shu. The first person he saw was Wu Zhushu.

The back of Wuzhu is warm. Although his eyes have never been seen. But thinking about it is also emotional.

Fan Xian did not know how the temple regained Wu Shushu, perhaps similar to brainwashing. Maybe it's a reboot. Perhaps it is formatted? In short, the wisdom of life in the body of the five bamboos. It is simply not visible at the moment.

This fact makes Fan Xiu feel extra sorrow and anger. He couldn't watch the scene happening, and he didn't do anything at all. Because for him, the strong existence of the temple, it is only the body of Wu Zhushu. The soul of Wuzhu Shudi is not found back. I will wait until Wu Zhu is dead.

Twenty years ago. In the clean-up operation of the temple and the emperor Laozi, Wuzhu killed the messengers who did not know several temples, but they were also seriously injured. With Chen Pingping's father and Wu Zhu's own words, he forgot a lot of things.

This amnesia must be caused by the temple. It’s just that Wuzhu has forgotten some things in recent years. However, it is very clear about the recent events. He remembers Ye Xiaomei and still remembers Fan Leisure. However, Wuzhu in the snowy mountains today does not remember anything.

Fan’s eyes are drooping. There was an extremely bright light in his eyelids, and his body was still weak. His confidence is very good. He will not leave the snowy mountains. He must return to the temple to bring Wu Zhushu back!

Because he is not dead. Wuzhu that thorn did not kill him!

Fan Xian accurately judged that the temple should not be able to control the completely different life of Wu Zhushu. At least those names, those names that are engraved in the life of Wu Zhushu. Successfully interfered with the behavior of Wuzhu Shudi, so that he did not kill Fan Leisure.

It is too simple to judge the life and death of Wu Zhu with the ability of Wu Zhu. However, he put aside his life. This is the confidence of Fan Xian. He believes. Wu Zhushu will definitely have a day to wake up.

Many years ago, Ye Xiaomei fled the temple with the help of Bitter and Sean. Walk south in the snow. Then one day, the four-year-old girl sighed and looked at the north of the tent. Say one sentence: "He is too poor."

Many many years later. The seriously injured Fan Yu left the temple with the help of Haishu and Wang Sanlang. He did not leave at all, and he did not sigh, because he would not give up the poor nephew and return to the bustling world.

Ye Xiaomei then bravely returned to the temple. With five bamboos, I stole the box and left again. Fan Xian must also go back and go through for decades. It seems to be caught in a kind of cycle, but this kind of cycle, but it does not feel boring, and some are just a touch of warmth.

When Fan is able to walk, the snow around the snowy mountains is already great. For the second time, he walked toward the snow-capped mountains, just like the choice of his mother Ye Xiaomei. Because both their mother and son are reluctant. I can't bear that person...one person.

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